Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

The soldiers were already anxious, but Field had no choice. The warhorse was gone, and he couldn't ride back on Aria, right? So it took a lot of time to hurry.

With Aria's joining, the combat power of the First Army doubled.

In the following time, Field did not go to flatter Aria, but instead was busy with his own business, extorting all the villages he passed by, and training the First Army by the way. In addition to running exercises and queues, the rest of the time was a simple phalanx of long spears.

More complex formations could not be done, and being able to skillfully form a defensive phalanx of long spears was already considered a combat-ready soldier.

On the third day, Field finally saw the first army rushing to the front line, followed by the second, the third, and more and more armies heading to the front line.

The dull sound of horse hooves and the mixed footsteps even caused a slight tremor in the land. Large and small noble armies poured in from the skyline, like a rushing river composed of people.

"Okay, let's set off too!" Field mounted the warhorse. This spare horse was not as good as the previous one, but it could also be used.

"Yes, sir!"

The guards threw away the chicken bones in their hands and burped with satisfaction. They had extorted too much food these days, and everyone lived a paradise-like life. They were even more grateful to Field.

"How many nobles participated." Field was amazed.

The noble army seen on the road was carrying a variety of family flags, wearing different costumes, and even had different accents.

Of course, they also had something in common, that is, the knights were all showing off their power, while the regular soldiers and guards were holding weapons and marching seriously. As for the serfs or slaves, they could only carry a pile of baggage and stagger on the road with painful faces, and they were whipped or scolded from time to time.

There were also many mercenaries, who were holding a variety of equipment and carrying "trophies" on their backs. Mercenaries were often the worst disciplined and would hardly miss any opportunity to plunder.

In the province of Morning Wind, Field only extorted, not plundered. Firstly, there were not many high-value items, so they could ensure sufficient food by extortion. Secondly, the immediate superior they were facing was the Morning Wind people!

These mercenaries would become the first wave of cannon fodder.

Field couldn't wait to go to the front line. He followed the other noble armies and advanced slowly.

"Hello, Sir Field, I've heard of your name."

A young man in navy blue clothes came over on a white horse. He smiled kindly: "My name is Laurent, from the North Wind family. Nice to meet you."

I haven't heard of it.

But Field pretended to be enlightened: "Oh~ North Wind family, I've heard of your legendary stories a long time ago."

Laurent smiled happily: "Great, you are worthy of being Sir Field. Do you know? The whole Morning Wind is spreading your title."

"Fuck! Is it true?"

I'm actually angry!

"Is it the Northern Lion? Or the Devil Muscle Man." Field was very proud and couldn't help but show a confident smile that was invincible.

"Uh, not those. Your title is Baron Joy Bean, the one who brings good news to men."

"Puff~ What?"

Field almost fainted.

The name that he had thought of at random turned out to be a boomerang, hitting him hard on the head.

"Your army is very powerful. I look forward to fighting the enemy with you." Laurent sat on his warhorse and gestured to Field.

The First Army that he had urgently trained was the weakest of the weak in Field's eyes, but in the eyes of Laurent and other nobles, it was not the case.

The army was well-organized, marching in neat steps, and everyone was wearing armor. It was already a superior army.

"My God, they didn't fall behind or escape into the woods at will."

"They can actually keep the queue all the time."

"They are worthy of being the elite of the Ross family."

The little nobles stopped to watch and cast envious eyes. In addition to themselves and their entourage, they only had some serfs, using broken sticks and farm tools.

Of course, there were also a few unfriendly eyes.

"Baron Happy Bean has made a lot of money. It is said that Simon is crying poor."

"I heard that he is very weak."

"Haha, we will see the result in the battle."

Field ignored them and continued to march. Two days later, he finally arrived at the border fortress of Morning Wind.

Groups of troops were stationed here, stretching for dozens of miles. Bonfires, huts and chevaux de frise formed a long dragon-like camp. Large tracts of trees were cut down and built into simple huts. There were endless tents, some for living and some for placing the wounded.

"Ouch, ouch~ It hurts!"

"Please, don't saw off my arm, I will collect money to buy healing potions, please, ah!"

The wounded wailed, and the unlucky guys were directly bled for treatment, or sawed off the festeringlimbs.

"What genius arrangement put the wounded soldiers at the assembly point, and they will lose their morale before they can even get morale."

Field's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to see that his soldiers were already showing a look of fear. No one wanted to become disabled or a corpse.

"Baron Naslu returned to the arms of the goddess, and died in the siege of the cultists."

"Knight Seiftin left us, he died on the way to the charge."

People kept reporting the names of the dead nobles, and there were special officials recording them.

A group of nobles were mourning: "Hey, they are all soldiers who are dedicated to the country, rest in peace."

"Did they die in the enemy's attack?" Field came over to mourn, lowered his head and asked quietly.

After a kind-hearted noble made a pattern on his chest, he turned his head and said: "They died in the reconnaissance mission, some died in testing the cultists' fortifications, and some died in ambushes, hey."

Don't think about it, these young people arrived early, and most of them are passionate, but they happen to have no background.

Then the governor assigned some dangerous tasks, which happened to hit the guns of the enemy.

Rosaria couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, they are all warriors of the empire. My Xingye family also died defending the empire."

"They are indeed warriors, but it's a pity that those nobles wish they would die more." Field sneered. He had seen through the calculations of the nobles.

"Why do you say that?" Rosaria was confused.

"Because the more the cultists make trouble, the more nobles they kill, and the bigger the pie they will get after the rebellion is suppressed. Where do you think the land and wealth of the Itaven Province and the nobles who died in the war will go?"

"In the stomachs of some nobles." Rosaria understood it at once, "So, you want to expose them?"

"Of course not, we want to be the ones who divide the pie, not the ones who become the pie, nor the ones who turn the table."

Field arranged for the army to camp and went to the fortress to show his face. This is a good opportunity to brush up his reputation.

Maybe, he can get rid of the stupid title of Happy Bean Baron.